Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.